Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Prophecy (as told before the centuries tainted and twisted its words)

Seven hundred years might pass.
Tyrannys reign for nearly two centuries shall pass.
The life of superior men grows longer.
While the rest of the world will fade and wander.

As the shadow of death grows ever near.
The evil king will learn to fear
The stars once more will brightly glow.
With it will come warriors nearly invulnerable.

As the Dark King, the dragons false friend, looks helplessly on
He will behind to dread this dawn
Upon the old shores where no elder dares to walk
His crown will be the least of what this army sought.

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